My Son Left Me Behind on Thanksgiving and Flew His Family to Hawaii—So Friday Morning, I Called Movers and Took Back Everything I Had Paid For
No children shouting downstairs.
No dryer.
No Rebecca calling from the kitchen.
No Daniel asking whether I’d remembered a bill.
Just a city waking beyond the window.
I lay still.
For the first time in years, nobody had planned my morning.
That freedom frightened me more than I expected.